My book is inspired by The Originals, with slight bits of The Vampire Diaries. Watching both shows will probably be the best in order to understand the story.
All rights go to the creator Julie Plec and both her shows (The Originals/The Vampire Diaries). I own nothing but the characters that have come from my own imagination.
Original Characters do not belong to me.
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Never Be The Same Camila Cabello
Its you, babe
And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe
And I could try to run, but it would be useless
You're to blame
Just one hit, and you will know I'll never be the same
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Mystic Falls, Virginia
It was a chilly night.
I slowly trailed up the porch stairs, exhausted due to the events that had transpired all throughout the day. My black sweater hung low on my shoulders, the night breeze brushing along my freshly-inked skin.
Surprisingly enough, it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would.
Maybe it was because of this new vampirism thing and the high tolerance of pain that came along with it.
Either way, waking up and deciding to get a tattoo was the most college thing I've done in about a year. Even if I haven't even applied for any.
Rummaging in my back pocket, I searched for my house key, pulling it out and pushing it into the lock.
Before I turned it, I suddenly felt a certain change in the air, goosebumps appearing in the back of my neck.
"Ruth."
Quickly turning around, my long braids flew away from my face, down my back as my breath caught in my throat at the person before me, standing on the sidewalk.
"Elijah."
He was classy as ever, like always -- the black suit with a crisp white undershirt underneath.
It had only been close to a year since we've seen each other, and yet, he seemed to always manage to leave me unwavering.
His hands were shoved in his pockets, a content look on his face as he moved forward, climbing up the stairs. I watched as he walked up to me, his eyes darting over to my shoulder before he reached up to move my sweater out of the way to get a better look.
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